Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ji-Dope, artist - Wale. Album song Folarin, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Monster
Song language: English
Ji-Dope |
| New Shaq flow |
| Everybody ain’t trickin', but they got toast |
| Nigga, we not dope boys, we just ji-dope |
| Without a pot stove, nigga, make that pot roast |
| Nigga, I’m a humble nigga |
| Still come through and kick it |
| With the very same niggas that I came through with it |
| A miracle to girls with that lyrical appeal |
| Keep it real, y’all playing like American Apparel |
| J’s DS, don’t be lacin' them up |
| Y’all be makin' some money, but y’all be makin' shit up |
| Y’all be welling, embellishing, but forever irrelevant |
| They be saying whatever, but when they see me, they suckin' dick |
| It’s hard to just love a woman, it’s easy to fuck a bitch |
| Hard to think shit is peasy, seeing what Puffy did |
| That’s why I be talkin' for every feature and cover appearence |
| Cause when I was hungry, you motherfuckers ain’t wanna hear it |
| Grind mode, shorty said that she tryin' go |
| That ex box, ain’t talking the gaming console |
| Y’all slow, my shows be all sold |
| In Norway, it’s no way you’re in Oslo |
| Ridin' with the Buddha, rockin' the Medusa |
| Got a lotta haters, they ain’t cool enough to do it |
| Fuck a pistol, got a shooter, I am not thuggin' |
| Your little mixtape cool but nigga, get a budget |
| Turn me up yo |
| Slight work to me |
| I put the city on, I kept the city on |
| Shout out to Cool & Dre, made another million |
| We headed to the store, couple packs of the Swisher |
| Fuck a Benz, bag a bitch in a Maxima, chillin' |
| Ain’t trickin' if you got it, I’mma get it |
| I ain’t sayin' Dick Bavetta, but these niggas not official |
| As I, all these niggas is R’s |
| They like giving a cough drop to a nigga with SARS |
| Some niggas is real, a lot of niggas is soft |
| Lotta bitches be scarred, so I be sittin' in my car |
| I’m low-key, the most freaks that know me for reason |
| So 'bout that doe cheese, they won’t be competing |
| Meaning, it’s easy, we M.O.B.ing |
| So much that girls at the bank call me Stevie |
| Wonder, fuck ya, bad motherfucker |
| One man band but Lil' Raz on production |
| Come up in the booth salivating for the supper |
| And I never finished school cause Sallie Mae’s just a hustler |
| YEAH |
| Bad bitches in the front |
| Real niggas in the back |